Caitlyn Kiramman.
A twenty-two-year-old queenly beauty, tall and voluptuous.
"Big sis, is that any way to ask someone for a favor?"
"Mm, this is my attitude."
Geralt: "..."
Just then, Rebecca brought over some black tea.
"Thank you, Rebecca."
Caitlyn nodded with a smile, but when she turned back, she was once again full of fighting spirit, as if that brief ladylike moment had merely been Geralt's illusion.
Geralt sighed. "Wasn't it just that I used to put caterpillars on you? It was to train your courage. As a Demon Hunter, if you weren't even afraid of Demons, how could you be scared of a mere caterpillar? Right? I was doing it for your own good. Mm, that's exactly it."
"What about pulling my braids?"
"Of course that was to strengthen your hair roots. Come to think of it, I deserve half the credit for your thick, beautiful hair. No need to thank me, really!"
"And drawing pig noses on my face while I was asleep?"
"Well..."
Sigh, Caitlyn had been much better as a little girl—chubby, soft, and adorable.
"Nothing to say for yourself?"
"Uh..."
"Ashamed?"
"Uh..."
Geralt took out the black business card from the drawer—the one he had gotten from Robert.
"Fine, you win. Ask whatever you want. I'll tell you everything I know." Geralt lay flat on his back. "But let me say this first: I don't know much either."
Caitlyn took the card and stared at the horrifying white skull on it for a long while before glancing at Geralt. "You talk. I'm listening."
Geralt told her most of what had happened after Melinda came to his door.
As for "I'll tell you everything I know"... a man's mouth was a liar's ghost. Did she really dare believe all of it?
"It managed to evade